Back home again in Indiana And it seems that I can see The gleaming candlelight Still burning bright Through the sycamores for me The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance Through the fields I used to roam When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash How I long for my Indiana home
Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight
Still burning bright
Through the sycamores for me
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
Through the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
How I long for my Indiana home
it went way worse than u thought
i know 😭